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December 13, 2008
Eclectic, unctuous emetics in Temecula.
of his own performance. Children are quickly removed from the
audience when this occurs.
Few have the skills to hate on the mediocracy quite like The American Caliban:
We all know that there are two types of Christmas music in the U.S. One is the usually religious but musically acceptable set of Old Carols. Almost all of them talk a lot about God or use noninclusive phrases like "born is the king of Israel." However, the music is old and good.The second type is the pop music about Christmas written in the second half of the twentieth century. It's sometimes sentimental, occasionally romantic, rarely theological, and full of the kind of plastic whimsy one sees in Disney films. Little drummer boys and cotton candy snowmen come out of fucking nowhere and the kids are all eating and the grownups are all having snuggly winter sex. The music itself is uniformly emetic.
The management at Starbucks has chosen to play all of the modern pop Christmas music as performed by the following classes of musician: whiney Garrison Keillor country folk artists; breathy little indie girls; assholes with mandolins; safely dead old black guys; that guy from that one old movie; and Paul McCartney. I could almost swear I heard Bright Eyes doing "Frosty the Snowman" and Arlo Guthrie belting out "Let It Snow." And I'm way serious about the mandolin guys. They are major assholes.
"My Christmas Adventure in Temecula" (substitute at livejournal)
